A Little More Confused
I find it odd that you can’t get laundry detergent, shampoo, shaving cream, or deodorant that’s not perfumed around here. But French Fries? They’re available sans odeur.
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WTF
Today I had what I call a “Welcome To France” day. That expression came about a couple of years ago, when a friend who lives in Switzerland came to run in the Paris marathon. Except when he went to register, they told him he wasn’t registered even though he had a letter from them saying that he had indeed registered. And he wasn’t alone; there…
Saying No To Disposable Chopsticks
Over dinner the other night with a group of friends, I was talking about the excessive use of plastic bags in the world. I told them I easily recalled 20 years back, when traveling in Europe, it was just a given that you brought your own bag to the supermarket and shopping with you. Now, plastic bags are everywhere, but I like to re-use them….
(Another) Lost Weekend
I decided my entryway was a disaster and got on the stick and pulled everything out and straightened it up. Actually I didn’t get that far. I did pull everything out, but lost interest and didn’t put anything back. The good thing is, I can’t leave. So I have to stay home and work. That was really dumb. This my new mobile phone. I’ve nicknamed…
A Lost Weekend
I’m a deadline for a project and am panicking about it. So…being a world-class procrastinator—what did I do this weekend? A. I scrubbed the hose of my showerhead. B. I contemplated the safety of a wild boar sausage some Roman friends brought me. There were some mysterious things in there that I couldn’t cut through as well, but I’ll spare you that footage. So far…
5 Cooking Terms Let’s Leave Behind in 2007
1. Dressing It’s not dressing, it’s stuffing. Get it? It gets stuffed in the bird. That why it’s called stuff-ing. Even if you don’t use it to stuff, you’re not ‘dressing’ the bird. The mere mention of the word ‘dressing’ makes me wince down to my you-know-what. (It’s even hard for me to type.) If you want further proof, it’s Stove-Top ‘Stuffing’ Mix, not ‘Dressing’…
Wednesday PM: Quittin’ Time
That’s okay. I really didn’t want to make a batch of ice cream tonight anyways. (Although I really didn’t want to spend the next forty-five minutes on my hands and knees with a sponge and a bucket either.)
The Not-So-Sweet Smell of Excess
Something around here stinks. And it’s not just my neighbor. When I moved to Paris, I remember my first load of laundry that I proudly pulled out of my little machine tucked in the corner. After I figured out the seven different dials and nine different buttons on the machine (actually, I’ve still only managed to figure out what about a third of them do),…
I Hereby Declare…
…that people get over the fact that The Food Network isn’t all about food and it isn’t the place to learn how to cook. It’s probably never going to be and is simply entertainment. It’s what it is. Criticizing them for the lack of serious cooking on their programs is like complaining that there’s not enough hard-news in Jay Leno’s monologue. If you want to…
